| Eleven ☆ |
[Feb. 29th, 2012|01:24 am] |
Right. Who's got more vodka? I seem to be tragically out. This is all such a bloody mess. Things were so much simpler when it was just pirates and lost boys duking it out. |
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| Ten ☆ |
[Feb. 16th, 2012|08:45 am] |
I think I may puke all over this computer.
Happy birthday to me? That's the last time I agree to go out on the midnight of my birthday. I think my friends secretly want me to die of alcohol poisoning.
Whatever, you only get one 21st birthday, right? And to think, those evil orphanage witches never thought I'd make it this far. Now if only fairy dust worked on hangovers. |
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| Nine ☆ |
[Dec. 5th, 2011|11:10 pm] |
Ugh. If I hear one more caroler, I'm going to stuff them so full of fairy dust that they float straight to the bloody moon!
This has been an update. |
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| Eight ☆ |
[Oct. 18th, 2011|08:18 am] |
ahoy mates!
it be red handed jill
first mate of the fearsome pirate ship known as the dirty pearl
any of you land lubbers know where i might find a decent tavern and your best rum
if you do say so smartly my derelict bilge rats
i am dying of thirst and not used to this magical box that allows me to punch out letters like a common wordsmith |
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| Six ☆ |
[Aug. 8th, 2011|03:58 pm] |
To anyone who had the coffee in the break room this afternoon:
I am so, SO SORRY.
She put fairy dust in the sugar.
Really sorry. Could not be more sorry. Even if the image of some of you uptight business suits floating around in the air just about made me piss myself. |
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| Five ☆ |
[Jun. 13th, 2011|12:08 pm] |
He's dead. I can't believe he's How can he Peter Pan can't die, that's just so so ugh, WRONG!
What am I supposed to I don't what I'm going to do without
If anyone needs me, too bad. I'm going to Neverland and I may never come back. Never isn't an awfully long time, it's not enough time Oh just shut up, Liz.
Just for the record, whoever started this? Yeah, you. Whoever you are. You people are fucking sick and I hope each and every one of you gets what you deserve.
Good riddance. |
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| Four ☆ |
[May. 31st, 2011|10:59 am] |
The director of the Agency is dead, and you're all just sitting here, chattering away like it never happened. What is wrong with you people?! Ugh, morons.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to go to my second job. It's a waste of time. Nothing important happens here, and if I have to look at one more cotton candy machine or dress up as stupid Snow White one more time I will choke them all with my fairy dust.
There are better places to be. Like at the Agency full time, actually helping with things. Shit. |
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| Three ☆ |
[Mar. 22nd, 2011|08:48 am] |
I thought I'd put this out there since there seems to be an even larger amount of bullshit circulating the boards right now then usual, but an Agency official deserves more respect then to be trashed publicly on the boards like that. We're all people first. She's not a 'false prophet' anymore then I'm actually a goddamn fairy. We're reincarnates. I hope those of you that have already seemed to forget what it's like to struggle with yours get the karma that's coming to you sooner rather then later.
As a side note, if any of you have a problem with Kira, kindly see me so I can set the record straight and literally figuratively shove my foot up your own ass. Thank you.
Anyone in Special Projects need some more coffee while I'm getting up? |
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| Two ☆ |
[Mar. 3rd, 2011|11:08 pm] |
Tink may like living in trees and dirty, sweaty little Lost Boys but I most certainly do not. Bleh. I need a shower or ten.
Did I miss anything absolutely important? |
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| One ☆ |
[Feb. 9th, 2011|03:18 pm] |
Jeez, this place never fails to be an absolute riot. You people are making my job insanely hard. Or you would be if this was actually my area of expertise. I've never been so glad to be in the department without a solid description.
Elizabeth Barry here, though you're welcome to call me Liz or Lizzy if I, you know, like you. Which is a real toss up for most people, gotta be honest. Tink and I don't usually take kindly to strangers or story tellers on principle. Even less so, non-believers, I'm sure you understand.
I could really use a fucking drink. |
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